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As the party returns from Fort Inevitable and prepares to go their separate ways, a scorpion scuttles out of the brush towards Ilarien. The dwarf gives it a somewhat crestfallen look. "Already? But I was having so much fun! I figure I'll be back, though. And maybe have a proper name!" She sinks her fingers into the top of her head and once again peels away hair, flesh, and clothing to reveal a human in robes, who looks around with a small smile. "Well, I'm back." She reaches down to pick up the scorpion and places it on her shoulder.
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"There is a certain plasticity of form that comes with youth; I merely took advantage of that." She looks thoughtfully into the distance. "The experience was...interesting. Dwarven senses are rather more acute than mine, but my usual clarity of thought deserted me. It's good to be able to think clearly again."